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kinda hard to see
But the dating game ain't what it used to be
Back in the day, if a ho wanted ya dough
She give you a piece of ass and there we go
Go
And I'm telling you I'd be a happy man if I could get away somehow
Cause I'm growing old before my time finally I see the light
But if it costs a dime
taking
Could really be the road to breaking free
Are you with me
[Chorus]
One little revolution could turn it all around
Back to the Kingdom we once
And if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go chasin' the nuns out in the yard
And I'll run naked through the streets without my mask
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
and fascinated
By the little dark-haired boy
That played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play
Then one day he was gone
And no one ever saw him
Today I do not have a fever
I feel about the same as I did yesterday
I I'm trying to eat a little better
So I can get stronger (You exercising?)
I
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
niggas with the heat
You never seen a thug like this
You never seen a dub like me
And I ain't weak for wanting peace
In fact, I could be "Beast
I was strolling out one evening by the silvery moon
I could hear somebody singing a familiar tune
So I stopped a while to listen
Not a word I
was awkward as could be
He wasn't much to look at
But he looked alright to me
I found him by the river bank
Just wondering about
He was cold
shit I'm anxious as hell
Manson, you're safe in that cell, be thankful it's jail
I used to be my mommy's little angel at twelve
Thirteen I was putting
It is real, as real as it seem
Don't you live on illusion
And don't you ever try to live a dream
I sing
Buju say how could you rise up every
to put that ring on your finger, oh girl
Gave you the finer things in life,
Paid any price just to make you happy, was I crazy, oh baby, oh girl
But I
Just being somebody that the neighborhood respected
And my mama could be proud of, was the apple of my eye
That's all I ever wanted, just to being
Get 'em out by Friday
You don't get paid 'til the last one's well on his way
Get 'em out by Friday
It's important that we keep to schedule, there
My suspicions are killing me
But I don't wanna point the finger at you
You say I shouldn't place the blame
But it seems you're playing games
How
walk-up flat
Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid a beatnik from the past
With long browned lightnin fingers he takes a cultured toke
And says Hell I can roll 'em
sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his
Well the wind blows cold in New York City along about the middle of now
And I'm telling you I'd be a happy man if I could get away somehow
Cause I
guys get all the breaks
Some guys do nothing but complain
But if you were here with me
I'd feel so happy, I could cry
You are so dear to me
I
was little
Before I knew that anyone could be evil
These egos, some people
Playing with my innocence like at a casino
I refuse to be jaded
Still
my head spins around
Quite content to sit on this fence
Quite content
Now a little bit older
Because I could be nothing at all
Because I should be
sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his
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